Sam
I stand up from the desk, my legs shaky. The laptop screen glows behind me, evidence of everything I just uncovered still displayed across multiple tabs.
"Dad?" My voice comes out quieter than I intended.
I walk to the office door and open it. The shop is loud—tools clanging, someone's radio playing classic rock, the sound of an engine revving. I scan the space until I find him near the back, bent over an engine block with Knox.
"Dad!" I call louder this time.
He looks up immediately, and something in my face must register because he straightens, wiping his hands on a rag. He says something to Knox I can't hear, then starts walking toward me.
"What's wrong?" he asks as soon as he's close enough.
"I need you to come look at something."
He follows me into the office without anoth
